He cocked his head to one side in an almost bird-like movement. I did not want to be the one who fired the first shot. Me either, I said. How do you feel? His English was heavily accented but clear.
He blinked first, like there'd been any doubt. What kind of threat to his career had they used to get him to invite me back?We waited. There was something familiar, almost intimate about the conversation. Chapter 2IT TURNED OUT that the only flight I could get that wasn't fall was a noon flight, which meant I got about five hours of sleep before I had to get up and run for the airport.
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